There was an inexplicable pain, a twist in her stomach as the call arose. She hadn't expected it so soon, especially not in her current state, but duty called, and she had already responded to the request several days prior. She bit back a snarl at fate laughing at her expense. Still, she couldn't fault the woman for being eager to find her children. Despite the edge, she felt like she was walking on the dark woman moved silently towards the call that had reached her ears, no matter the case, she must face them both at some point, though at a juncture when business and vulnerability mixed was certainly not her ideal. She wasn't certain if more than those mentioned in passing were going, but perhaps if she stayed close to the woman, there would be no bickering.

Her stomach knotted together as she approached the woman who called. It seemed that at least she had been the first to arrive. She speaks as she steps into the space near the patchwork woman; I don't suppose we have properly been introduced. Call me Amphora or Neith. Whichever suits you best. Did you have a route in mind? Have we acquired any leads? Despite the hammering of her heart against her ribs, the woman could at least maintain some sort of professionalism. If nothing else, she could wear a hell of a mask when it was necessary. After all, they needed to find the children, the leader and the woman requested that any personal matters could wait. She did, however, warn Jaxxon about Azalea and her children and the desire for him to find them.

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